That picture bothered me the first time that I saw it, even before I had turned eighteen and even before I was registered to vote.
I'm not crazy about patriotism. I'm not gung-ho AMERICA.
... But there are things that matter to me. Things I need to protect. Things that affect me.
And that's why I'm voting.
I suppose men and women have fought
for your right to not vote, as well.
It's a free country.
I don't like fireworks, they're too loud and every Fourth of July I can't stop imagining my house as a burned-black hull painted with the ashes of my tangible treasures, charred, fire-hose-soaked remains of everything I've always known.
But that's my melodramatic mental haunt; the colors are pretty.
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